It’s April 1978, a warehouse party in New York, and a street guy wants to do some graffiti
We were in the middle of a party in my New York loft when this forlorn, waifish street guy with Mohawk hair came up to me and said, “I am SAMO and I would like to do some graffiti.” I’d never seen him before but he had this little spark in his eye so I handed him a can of spray paint said, “Do it!” And for the first time the world was introduced to Jean-Michel Basquiat.
I had never seen him before but he had this little spark in his eye. I handed him the spray paint and said, ‘Do it!’
It’s April 1978, a warehouse party in New York, and a street guy wants to do some graffiti
We were in the middle of a party in my New York loft when this forlorn, waifish street guy with Mohawk hair came up to me and said, “I am SAMO and I would like to do some graffiti.” I’d never seen him before but he had this little spark in his eye so I handed him a can of spray paint said, “Do it!” And for the first time the world was introduced to Jean-Michel Basquiat.
I had never seen him before but he had this little spark in his eye. I handed him the spray paint and said, ‘Do it!’
